The Oroadex Effect

By Cedric Thomas

Narrowing down what you're about to read, it is about a higher-genius level of intellectuals deciding to use a mind-transportation device that takes your mind into the body of another mind, entering their life, as long as a pattern is Oroadex Effect (that means that one person's life is triggered simultaneously at the involvement of another's life just by being in the same vicinity and having some involvement in someone's life whether you wanted to be or not). The scientists have had plenty of opportunities but never a valid candidate, and now they actually have two. The order came down, and the procedure went according to plan, and now the decision of two different men doing two completely different things at the same time that fitted the puzzle of finding two suitable suiters with the first set of brainwave linking at the same time on the same day set things in motion. But the scientists had no idea that by switching their subject's—Jeffery Manter's—mind, they would send him on a trip of never-ending pleasure, torture, and more life-changing events.  

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9781646284160

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Chapter 1

Who Am I?

As I went upon my day like any other human being in the world, I felt no different than anybody else you see in your day-to­-day. I’m just a regular person named Jeffery Manter, I had a job working at a cargo shipping warehouse making a whopping $13 an hour. My rent was $1,100; my car payment was $267, plus insurance, gas and electric, food, and clothes—well, anyway, you do the math. I was flat broke and bitter and just didn’t care anymore, so I got careless at work one day and started to drag-race my pallet jack. Big mistake, I would say. As I was going for the win racing my coworker, my handle turned sideways. I went flying headfirst into one of the tiers, knocking me unconscious and partially cracking my skull into three pieces. Oh and did I mention, my neck and spine were fractured, so, yeah, I was pretty banged up.

With no insurance, I was sent to a rundown hospital called High Rise Community Care. Are you freaking kidding me? For a neck and spine fracture and a cracked skull, they sent me to a community care center. So after I woke up dazed and confused, all I saw were lights beaming down on me and a doctor telling me to be calm, everything will be okay. Not like I had any choice. All I could do was trust this guy and his team as I dozed off into dreamland. It seemed like I could still hear them drilling into my skull and talking. I could’ve sworn I heard someone say Test experiment, but I could’ve been dreaming.

The moment my operation was done, it felt like I was on a slingshot being flung back into my body, like literally it was like I heard them say All done, now get up, and just like that I was awake. The doctor brought over a mirror and showed me my bandaged face. I couldn’t really see myself, just a bunch of bandages and one eye, but what I did notice—unless I was crazy—was that my eye color wasn’t dark brown anymore; it was more of a hazel color. The doctor then walked away with the mirror. I told him to wait.

My eye, there is something wrong with my eye, it looks different.

He told me I must be deluded, but I insisted that something was wrong; he didn’t bring the mirror back. I couldn’t move my neck, but I could see out of my peripheral view. I scanned the room and saw the doctor making a weird face at the nurse like How could you screw this up?

I could hear them whispering amongst each other saying, Well, at least he is alive, no one has ever survived the procedure, he will be a good test subject.

I thought I overheard something I shouldn’t have because when I said, Test subject, the doctor said, Shit, really loud then walk over to my machine and pressed a button. I was not sure what he pressed, but I knew I got real sleepy real fast; I think they forgot I was awake.

When I woke back up, I was in an all-white room with mirrors and padding. I was not sure how long I was out, but the bandages on my face were gone, and my body didn’t hurt anymore. I sat up on the chair then put a foot on the floor and then the other one. Everything seemed fine. I didn’t feel any pain, which was unusual, and I actually felt kind of good, like I never was injured.

I walked around the padded room for a few minutes trying to think where I was, and for some reason, I couldn’t remember my name. The more I thought, the more my head hurt, so I did what anyone else would do in that situation: I called out for help, but there was no answer. I looked in the mirror, but something didn’t seem right. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it; I even tried looking through the mirror, but that didn’t work either. I looked for a door, but it seemed like everything was sealed tight. I wondered how they even got me in there; it looked like there was no door.

I started to panic and screamed, Let me out, let me out!

All of a sudden, I heard a voice saying, What is your name?

I thought and thought, but I couldn’t remember, so I said, I don’t know, I can’t remember who I am. Can you tell me what’s going on? But there was no answer, so I screamed it, Who am I, who am I, who am I? Then all I heard was Test subject active, and the doors opened.

I walked out slowly, not knowing exactly what to do or where to go, and then it hit me. That was not me—the guy in the mirror, who was that? I ran back in the padded room and looked in the mirror.

What is going on? This is not me. Who is this? Did they put my brain into another body, what did they do to me? I banged on the mirror, screaming, What have you done to me, what have you done?

I exited the room once again, this time not looking back. I followed the Exit signs until I saw a bright-red door. I didn’t see anyone else walking—or talking or breathing for that matter. At this point, I was lost and confused, but I was alive and determined to find out what happened to me.

After about thirty-five minutes of walking, I started to remember who I was. My name was Marcus, Marcus L. Grant. The more I remembered, the more sick I got. I saw these visions in my head of me doing something bad, but I would never do any of these things. As I walked down the street, I looked in the window of a retail store and saw my face plastered all over the news saying I murdered a cop and I escaped custody. I was a fugitive on the run for murder, and I was starting to remember everything. I remembered being arrested for drug smuggling, and when I got pulled over, I shot a cop.

Oh no, I shot a cop, I said to myself in my head—well, at least I thought I did, because when I turned around, everyone was staring at me and whispering, Did he just say he shot a cop?

I saw people reaching for their cell phones, so I panicked and started running. I could hear sirens in the distance behind me, but they were getting closer and closer till they were right behind me, telling me to pull over.

I stopped and put my hands up and said, Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, I give up. I didn’t do this, you got the wrong guy, and that’s when the marshals rolled up in their Yukons and more cops in unmarked vehicles got out the car, and for some reason, I